Lucky Lou is one of the few survivors living in the greater Milwaukee area who keenly remembers the years before the flu epidemic signaled the end of the world. Lou had a wife,Marjorie, and two daughters who succumbed to the disease leaving him alone. The town now known as Prairieville, then called Waukesha, burned for thirteen days straight, and Lou fled from place to place as former friends and neighbors turned violent to protect their possessions. Lou broke into a sporting goods store and stole several rifles and a backpack full of ammunition right under the noses of a band of thugs occupying the location.
Lou spent years going from home to home in the outskirts of the greater Milwaukee area, looting them for food and supplies, even after he accumulated far more than he would ever need. He set up what he meant to be a temporary home in a burned out second story apartment building that gave him a good vantage point for sniping. He roamed far and wide, shooting first and asking questions later. In 2082, at the age of 51, Lou got shot through both legs scavenging goods in the town formerly known as Mukwonogo. Apparently left for dead, Lou applied tourniquets to his injured legs and dragged himself on his arms the sixteen-plus miles back to his safe house, where he cleaned his wounds and won his battle against the resultant fever and infection. Though effectively crippled, Lou survived. He fell into a routine of sitting by the window with his rifle and a bible, one of the few books in the apartment. He knows the book of Job by heart, though he believes none of what he reads.
Thirty-odd years in isolation has made Lou a poor conversationalist and he seems guilt-wracked by some abhorrent deeds he committed in what he calls "the dark years" of his scavenging. Because of his isolated location, he was unaware of the communities forming both in nearby Prairieville as well as the surrounding area but has been willing to trade from his dwindled stock of supplies. When plied with whiskey he can be coaxed into talking about the pre-apocalypse but not at length. A pair of traveling Keepers tested a restored digimicrophone on Lou without him knowing, recording the now famous "Lucky Lou's ramble on times gone by," which has been committed to paper and circulated widely throughout the area. It is unlikely that Lou is aware of its distribution.
When asked by the Keepers how he managed to survive for so long without companionship of hope, Lou answered "Just lucky, I guess," without any trace of humor. It should be noted that the audio transcript shows no record of this part of the conversation; many consider this portion to be apocryphal.
Lou spent years going from home to home in the outskirts of the greater Milwaukee area, looting them for food and supplies, even after he accumulated far more than he would ever need. He set up what he meant to be a temporary home in a burned out second story apartment building that gave him a good vantage point for sniping. He roamed far and wide, shooting first and asking questions later. In 2082, at the age of 51, Lou got shot through both legs scavenging goods in the town formerly known as Mukwonogo. Apparently left for dead, Lou applied tourniquets to his injured legs and dragged himself on his arms the sixteen-plus miles back to his safe house, where he cleaned his wounds and won his battle against the resultant fever and infection. Though effectively crippled, Lou survived. He fell into a routine of sitting by the window with his rifle and a bible, one of the few books in the apartment. He knows the book of Job by heart, though he believes none of what he reads.
Thirty-odd years in isolation has made Lou a poor conversationalist and he seems guilt-wracked by some abhorrent deeds he committed in what he calls "the dark years" of his scavenging. Because of his isolated location, he was unaware of the communities forming both in nearby Prairieville as well as the surrounding area but has been willing to trade from his dwindled stock of supplies. When plied with whiskey he can be coaxed into talking about the pre-apocalypse but not at length. A pair of traveling Keepers tested a restored digimicrophone on Lou without him knowing, recording the now famous "Lucky Lou's ramble on times gone by," which has been committed to paper and circulated widely throughout the area. It is unlikely that Lou is aware of its distribution.
When asked by the Keepers how he managed to survive for so long without companionship of hope, Lou answered "Just lucky, I guess," without any trace of humor. It should be noted that the audio transcript shows no record of this part of the conversation; many consider this portion to be apocryphal.